

I have a cold and I'm blaming it on the fact that it's 100 degrees outside and 30 degrees in the office; my body is sent into shock when I walk in or out. When I'm in my cubicle and trying to survive, that scarf is all that stands between me and frostbite.
I'm annoying when I'm sick. All I want is cereal and fuzzy socks, and I complain that I'm too weak to get either, so naturally I make Kevin do everything. In fact, I'm making him type out this post right now.